These two chapters are a climax. It is a plot where I wrote myself to cry with emotion. If you like it, you can like it.

Also, the red tickets are getting less and less powerful. I hope everyone can support me! The second update will be a little later, but not much, because I have taken calligraphy classes tonight!

I love you my readers, let’s get coquettish with the red tickets!!!

Just when Yang Qingwu was obviously a little nervous and uneasy, but calmly stepped into the world destined to need him to look up to, Cai Yanzhi, who was wearing a slightly white-colored pink coat, took Yang Qingwu's five hundred yuan from Zhao Jia, and her eyes were more moved in surprise.

"Why is it five hundred?"

He didn't dare to tell Cai Yanzhi that he told Yang Qingwu that Cai Yanzhi was not enough money, but he responded without blushing:

"Yang Qingwu said you should pay attention to nutrition recently and give you an extra 200 yuan."

He nodded gently, turned his head and didn't pursue anything. The black and smooth ponytail threw a beautiful curve. The pile of formula symbols in his hand somehow pieced together Yang Qingwu's slightly pale and thin cheek, but there was a slight sense of being unaware of the cheek between his eyebrows and eyes. He remembered the smile Yang Qingwu had at himself in the bright sunshine that day when he first met that day.

The pretty face is slightly hot, and the slender hands with beautiful joints write a line on the paper—

"That day, the sun was shining brightly, and I laughed at you and I laughed at you. This life is long and long, I laughed at you to see you."

Some people have fallen in love with them, some are in love with them, and some are waiting for love or being loved in the near future.

This is a residential area that is not very high-end but is quiet and spacious enough. It has independent villas with lush pines and lush flowers and plants, which are classic and beautiful.

This is a residential area for retired cadres in Shanghai that must be of sufficient level to move into. From this, it can be seen that Grandpa Jiang Qianru's status is really not low.

Pointing to a two-story building in front, Jiang Qianru seemed absent-mindedly and said, "That's where my grandfather lives."

Yang Qingwu, who had been walking side by side with Jiang Qianru, stopped walking, looked at Jiang Qianru who looked at him strangely, and smiled naturally and handed the things in her hand to her, saying:

"Sorry, I won't go to this anymore. I remembered it temporarily and there is something else."

The performance was indeed a bit pure. If Jiang Qianru did not see the slightly bright and cool sadness of stars in his eyes, if it weren't for the left hand being gently hidden behind him.

Without saying anything, nor did he catch the two calligraphy and paintings. Jiang Qianru knew what Yang Qingwu was thinking. He thought he regretted letting him go, but he didn't want to make things difficult for him.

Yang Qingwu also knew that Jiang Qianru knew what she thought, but she still smiled brightly and said naturally.

When he walked to Yang Qingwu, he gently held Yang Qingwu's left arm and never spoke. Jiang Qianru quietly held Yang Qingwu's left arm, not as close as some couples on the street, but also ambiguous enough.

Yang Qingwu's body stiffened slightly, and his waist seemed to be straightening again. After a moment of complicated face, he gently broke free and said, "I really have something to do."

Before he could finish his words, he was hugged by Jiang Qianru before he could break free. This time, he was indeed like those close couples on the street, making Yang Qingwu feel the slight softness on Jiang Qianru's chest.

"Are you sure you love me?"

A vixen like Su Daji, who was so beautiful that the country was intoxicating, Jiang Qianru raised her white chin and murmured:

Jiang Qianru, who has been invincible for many years and has never been invaded by the world, also showed her little daughter's posture.

Without saying a word, Yang Qingwu breathed a sigh of relief. He walked straight into the world that was destined to appear in newspapers and TV for the first time.

How many generations will it take to climb and struggle from a Northeast restaurant?

The vast yard is crowded with people standing in a row, working or standing in groups, mostly drinking tea and talking to each other. Most of them are wearing extraordinary suits and ties, and their every move is full of pride and confidence as successful people. Most of them talk about financial investment, mobilization, promotion and development and other words.

When Jiang Qianru came in with Yang Qingwu's arm, he was stunned without exception and greeted him intimately, mostly by his nieces and nieces. Jiang Qianru, who was also a very well-behaved uncle, kept shouting. Several middle-aged uncles said hello to Jiang Qianru with a kind look on their faces, and nodded to Yang Qingwu next to him without leaving any trace.

Yang Qingwu, who was afraid of losing face to Jiang Qianru, was a little panicked but responded enthusiastically enough, for fear of an omission.

Many days later, Yang Qingwu realized that those successful people who were waiting near the yard or villa were all relying on the Jiang family as officials or businessmen. They were not qualified to go into the house and sit in the house. There were more people who were not even qualified to have a birthday party in the yard. They all put down the gifts and left immediately after tactfully.

As the only and most beloved granddaughter under the old man, Jiang Qianru naturally has the right to enter. Just as she walked into the living room on the first floor of the villa, Yang Qingwu grabbed Jiang Qianru's hand and kept her fingers inextricably.

Looking at Yang Qingwu's unruly smile on his lips, Jiang Qianru knew that he could follow his father as the top leader of the Shanghai Public Security Bureau and that he would move a step further. Zhang Xuewu, the disciple who was promoted by the old man for many years, could naturally stand respectfully inside.

Now that things have come, Jiang Qianru, who is in chaos, doesn't know why she has fallen step by step. She walked in together without breaking free.

The living room is indeed very large, and the decoration is elegant and simple, expensive but not luxurious.

After holding hands with a strange middle-aged man, he earned enough of the confusing gazes of the nobles in the living room, Jiang Qianru shook Yang Qingwu's hand away, called grandpa sweetly, and walked over to an old man sitting on the sofa, wearing a military green cotton coat, simple and clean, with a thin and energetic face, and his little daughter's posture was very cute and charming.

"Oh, Nannan is back, I miss her grandfather so much."

The old man gently patted Jiang Qianru's head sitting beside him, with a loving look on his face.

"Nannan, you're losing weight! Why is your work not going well?"

"Oh, no grandpa, it's popular to lose weight now. Wouldn't it be better to lose weight?"

Jiang Qianru politely called Uncle Li well at a middle-aged man in his forties sitting closest to the old man, and then pouted his lips and said coquettishly:

"My daughter looks good, but I don't dare to lose weight anymore."

"I know, Grandpa, you can see what gift I bring to you."

The two scrolls were taken from Yang Qingwu and was about to open them like a treasure. Seeing this, the old man waved helplessly and said repeatedly:

"Grandpa likes everything Nannan gives to her. Go and find your grandma. Your grandma misses you so much. I have something to say with your Uncle Li."

As the Secretary-General of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee and the Acting Deputy Mayor, Li Huai has been looking at his grandparents and grandchildren with a smile. When Jiang Qianru received the gift from Yang Qingwu, she still nodded gently at Yang Qingwu with a gentle smile.

While speaking, he looked at the young man in front of him who was a little shabby and embarrassed, and his turbid eyes did not express any likes and dislikes, and it was dull, as if the scene of Yang Qingwu and Jiang Qianru holding hands in the door just now was not seen.

Aware of the actual gaze, Yang Qingwu tightened his left hand gently and smiled gently and politely, naturally light.

He responded sweetly, and then greeted Yang Qingwu and left with the kind uncles and uncles who were sitting with the old man around him.

"Qianru is getting more and more beautiful. If I have a son, I will be a relative of Jiang Song!"

Li Huai cheerfully joked at the old man, and glanced at Zhang Xuewu, who stood behind his father Zhang Qingjun with no trace of his eyes.

"Haha, Secretary-General Li Da, don't you have a young daughter? If you can't marry Qianru, you can consider marrying our Qigang!"

The person who spoke was Jiang Qianru's uncle, Jiang Tao, who was fifty years old this year, worked in a central position and had a bright future. He was the spokesperson for Mr. Jiang, the Jiang family.

Sitting not far away, a middle-aged man with a somewhat fat and distorted figure glanced at Zhang Xuewu standing behind him with some dissatisfaction, and laughed dryly. It was obviously Zhang Xuewu's father, Zhang Qingjun.

For a moment, everyone sitting around might have been teasing and proposing marriage to Li Huai. As the butler of this international city in Shanghai, where he came here today, it was naturally a sign that the municipal party committee and government had come to celebrate Mr. Jiang's birthday. This is a great deal.

"Okay, the little girl from the Li Huai family has been given by my family. I am not short of grandchildren, haha!"

The old man half-true and half-false rescued Li Huai:

"That child just now was neither humble nor arrogant, nor impatient."

Li Huai smiled gratefully from the old man and said in a low voice.

The old man's eyebrows and beards were all white, and he smiled slightly and refused to say anything.

Let’s talk about Jiang Qianru handed the gift to the old man’s secretary of life, and greeted Yang Qingwu to the second floor. Her originally bright smile suddenly disappeared, and her pink red lips pouted slightly again.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Qingwu asked with some anxiety and confusion:

I was still very happy to see her grandfather just now, especially when he saw him appearing holding Jiang Qianru's hand, Zhang Xuewu almost threw his eyes to the ground with a face, so he was very satisfied now, and his mood was relieved a lot, which was still very nervous.

"fine."

I was very dissatisfied with my grandfather not asking Yang Qingwu. A lot of people sitting there were also very tactfully treating Yang Qingwu as air. No one dared to ask Jiang Qianru about Yang Qingwu's identity. If we wanted to use one sentence to describe Jiang Qianru's mood at this time, it would be that the dog was beaten and the owner was very depressed, not to mention that Yang Qingwu is not a dog to him.

Following Jiang Qianru familiarly walked to a room on the second floor, Yang Qingwu grabbed her and said:

"I know they don't recognize me, and your grandfather doesn't recognize me. I guess your parents' hindrance is even more sad, but I'm not afraid. I will prove that they have no mistake in showing you."

Seeing Yang Qingwu say this, Jiang Qianru, who forgot her original intention, found that she was becoming increasingly unexcited to fall in love with the ordinary, even poor and shabby man in front of her.

"Stop holding a face, I'm almost stinking to Zhang Xuewu's face!"

Yang Qingwu said in a narrow-minded manner:

Thinking of the mixed face of Zhang Xuewu just entering the door, Jiang Qianru burst out laughing, then pulled out a smile that made Yang Qingwu fascinated, and said something, he pulled Yang Qingwu into a door without knowing his life or death.

This is a wide study room, with a tall bookcase filled with all kinds of books, spotless, but it can be seen that it is not the kind of decoration that uses books as decoration, but is really carefully read and sorted out.

Behind a huge brown wooden table was a man reading a book. He heard someone entering the door and looked reluctantly away from the scroll in his hand. His face was elegant, and a gentle and jade-like bookish aura came to his face, but it could not dilute the majesty between his eyebrows and eyes.

Seeing Jiang Qianru, she looked doting and loving, and smiled without saying anything.

"dad!"

Jiang Qianru jogged over as quickly as she saw her grandfather just now, and said happily:

It turned out to be his father-in-law! Yang Qingwudun, who was standing at the door, was Jiang Qianru's father. Mr. Jiang Song, the second son of Mr. Jiang, had a flash of sight when he fell on Yang Qingwu, but it was hard to ignore it. He was a little restrained. Although he had already prepared, he was inevitably a little nervous when he saw Jiang Qianru's father for the first time, not to mention that he forced himself to kiss his daughter twice.
Chapter completed!